Author: poetrytosavetheworld

INVITE

theres a party next door

ive heard the music playing

vibrations through the walls

im awake anyway

i could just go

 

perhaps under the vibrations

my thiughts would shrink

or dissapate

or fall drunkenly

on ears that cant hear my anyway

 

the room is too warm

im revolted by the heat

but theres

laughter

just outside the window

i dont have the mental strength

to face down the

laughter

 

or perhaps the reflection of myself

in the window

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FAKED

YOU KISSED ME MORE
BEFORE YOUR LIPS EVER
REACHED MINE
YOU KISSED ME WITH
YOUR EYES
AND PERHAPS
I FELT IT MORE
BECAUSE IT WASN’T ALLOWED
OR REAL, INFACT.

WRITERS BLOCK

I CAN’T WRITE POETRY

I’m too sad

my thoughts are

paper planes

flying through my brain,

melting upon arrival.

How am I supposed to

catch them

mid-air?

 

I CAN’T WRITE POETRY

I’m too happy

distracted under the

water

I think I can

Hold my breath

and grow gills,

but I cannot write

about things I

don’t understand.

 

POEM

is it poetic

to take the things you

said

and pretend they are

not memories

but characters

you didnt spit as you

drunkenly told me

you didnt laugh as you

were forced from the room

you never had anything to say

in the first place

it wasnt real

just a poem

just a poem